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There is no sex, it is a soppy romantic fairy story for adults wanting to warm the cockles of their heart.

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Prince Arrik peered out of the Palace tower window, his breath misting the thin plate glass. As far as the eye could see, and he could see a long way over the flat terrain from this high up, the ground lay white in a thick layer of freshly-fallen snow. More thick soft white flakes gently floated down from a still leaden sky. His mother had forecast the snowstorm yesterday, so he shouldn’t have been surprised by it. She was so wise and he had yet to learn such wisdom.

Every morning lately when he arose, he was sad. Something was missing from his life. He knew what it was, of course, but felt powerless to do anything about it. It all stemmed from that cursed Chocolate Rose. He first heard about it two months ago, was curious about its existence, followed it up and within the space of a single day his life had been completely turned upside down.

Before the chocolate rose episode Arrik’s life was simple, ordered and safe. He could have been killed during the adventure and now he was virtually imprisoned, though not physically, but his heart felt constricted as if it was bound in heavy chains.

‘In three months’ time I will be crowned King Arrik, the most powerful man in my kingdom. But I am alone and friendless without the princess of my choosing to share my crown, powerless to change my unhappiness.’

He spoke to himself, alone in his isolated chamber. He had been doing a lot of that lately, as well as sleeping alone. He felt the absence of his cousin more than he thought possible.

Every morning recently he had to fire himself up to face the day. He had so much to learn, and so many people, a whole nation, who depended on his being able to hold court, make fair and far reaching decisions that affected the wellbeing and happiness of all he ruled. It was a big responsibility and it was important to project confidence and a positive attitude. Despite his misery, any cutting himself off from his family, advisers, subjects and appellants was simply not possible.

The only relief to his constant misery came unexpectedly last night when his other cousin, Princess Loquaria, to whom he had been engaged for over three years, threw herself into his arms, overcome with happiness and joy at his decision. Her actions surprised him, but made a welcome change.

Today there were no lessons, no hours of court sitting, no queues of advisers clamouring to press their point of view. The day was his to do with what he wanted. His mother the Queen was his teacher in matters of state now and, after she had forecast the first lowland snow of the winter, she had given him the day off.

‘Right, Connie,’ he said out aloud as he dressed himself, preparing to leave his modest lofty chamber, ‘you better have the bacon on!’

He laughed now, determined to pretend to the world that he was cheerful, as he gathered his skis, delivered from his old home only a week earlier. He remembered the last time that it snowed as thickly as this. In the mountains it was, at the hunting lodge that had been his refuge and home since he was six. He had left the mountains just two months ago. How much had changed in a matter of weeks.

***

Two months ago.

It was cold and the young man had his face pressed so close to the tiny thick glass window that his breath instantly froze on the surface and he had to use the sleeve of his night shirt to see out through the slightly greenish, imperfectly bubbly, glass.

‘It’s the first snow of the winter!’ he said, more to himself than anyone else. A groan from the second single bed in the chamber meant that someone else was disturbed by his excitement.

‘What are you up for Rik?’ the second voice, deep and gruff with sleep, said, ‘it’s barely light and there’s no school for you today. Your lucky tutor has gone to warmer climes for the winter.’

‘That makes it even better, Tom!’ the first young man said as he jumped onto his friend’s bed, ‘come on lazy bones, get up, wash, shave and dress, it’s been snowing all night!’

‘Let me sleep, you monster, I hate the snow, I hate the cold, I hate it here in the mountains most of all!’

‘Ha! Look, there are fresh tracks up the track from the village, I bet the butcher’s been and Connie’s cooking our breakfast, because I can smell bacon!’

‘You can always smell bacon. I don’t know where you put it all. You eat like a king but you are as thin as a beggar! It’s not fair. I only need to smell bacon and I start bloating up like a pig.’

‘Fiddlesticks! You are as fit as any knight of the realm that I know.’

‘And just how many knights do you know, O mighty Prince Arrik, to be crowned king of this fair land in the spring, upon his 21st birthday, whilst still so wet behind his ears?’ his friend mocked.

‘Only you, cousin,’ Arrik admitted, running a hand through his long thick tousled blond hair, ‘but you are bigger than all the guards and half a hand taller than me.’

‘Well, I’m five years older. You’re still growing, and you’ll fill out more too, if any of that bacon ever sticks to your ribs. Damn it, Rik, now I can smell bacon, too!’

‘Well, first one in the kitchen gets the better rashers!’

Prince Arrik first heard about the chocolate rose from Connie the cook, when he sat down in the kitchen at the mountain chalet. This wooden building was no palace but an extended hunting lodge, which had been his only home since shortly after his father the King died fifteen years earlier, when Arrik was a boy only five or six years old.

He had begun to gulp down his breakfast, of bread, bacon and eggs, as quickly as he could, keen to get out and enjoy the fresh fall of thick white snow. The snows had come early this year, even in the mountains it was considered so. Perhaps it foretold the coming of a hard winter. Arrik was eager to don his skis and set out into the fresh air and onto the slopes while the virgin snow was still crisp and fresh.

The cook was in conversation with the butcher, who was warming himself in the kitchen after delivering fresh bacon and meat for the evening meal. He’d had to carry it up from the nearby village. He said that all the talk in the village, in fact the whole kingdom, was of nothing else but the miraculous chocolate rose.

Count Condran, Prince Arrik’s uncle, the brother-in-law of the late king, had ruled the kingdom as Regent, following King Bygord’s death in a chariot racing accident. Prince Arrik was expecting to be crowned in the spring. His mother, Queen Etherida, was married to the Count soon after being widowed, to ‘secure the throne’, but was almost immediately banished to the Castle on the Lake ‘for her safety’. The Count continually warned that the borders were under threat from the other four kingdoms, hence the difficulty of importing goods like chocolate. The Queen was forbidden to see her son as it was unsafe for both to be in the same place at the same time. Arrik had immediately been taken to the isolated hunting lodge, high in the mountains and difficult to get to. All the horses and carriages used by the ever changing guard were kept stabled in the village.

The Queen and Prince had to be content with writing to each other. Arrik was the first prince in his lineage to be taught to read and write.

The Count’s first wife, Finnella, the King’s sister, had died in childbirth just months before the King’s fatal accident, the girl child apparently stillborn. The Count’s eldest boy, Sir Tompty, a knight and prince in his own right, was five years older than the Prince and was Arrik’s best friend and constant companion, as Captain of the Prince’s guard. The Count’s youngest child, Princess Loquaria, was now nearly 16 but had been promised to the Prince as his bride-to-be and future queen since she was twelve and would become his bride on her 16th birthday, just weeks prior
to his enthronement. The Princess had lived with the Queen since her mother died.

In this isolated mountain hunting lodge, where Arrik was kept ‘for his safety’, he had only met his betrothed cousin once, brought to him at the time of the summer betrothal three-and-a-half years earlier. Arrik kept his low opinion of the shy, nervous maiden to himself.

His ears pricked up at the conversation he heard between Connie and the butcher.

‘What is this talk of a chocolate rose, Connie?’ the Prince asked of the cook. Even crown princes rarely had the treat of chocolate in these difficult times.

‘It is so curious, Your Highness,’ Connie the cook replied, always conscious to address him correctly in mixed company, ‘It’s been the only subject of gossip down in the village for nigh on two weeks now. A chocolate rose flowered down in Newmarket town and it is said to be not just petals flavoured like chocolate, but really rich dark crunchy, melt-in-the-mouth chocolate.’

‘No!’ Arrik laughed, ‘That’s impossible, even at the Castle on the Lake, the warmest spot in the kingdom, all the roses have withered and died two months ago, Mother wrote about her sorry garden at the time. And chocolate doesn’t grown on rose bushes you know!’

‘Well, everyone believes in the chocolate rose, Sire,’ piped up the butcher, bowing slightly, as he prepared to take his leave. ‘I must be off, it looks like more snow’ll fall afore long.’

‘I suppose everyone wants to believe in some magical rose, made of chocolate.’ Arrik said quietly as if to himself. ‘I wonder what truth lies behind this weird tale?’

‘What are you thinking, Rik?’ asked Tompty, who overheard his friend’s words.

Arrik said quietly to his cousin. ‘I’d like to find out more about this phenomenon, how could anyone confuse a flower with some object fashioned from chocolate?’

‘It must be some kind of hoax. I will ask father if you can investigate. It is about time you stretched your royal wings and saw something of your kingdom other than this chilly corner.’

‘That would be great, Tom, but first, we must get our skis, we can’t let all this snow go to waste!’

The cousins were relaxed in each other’s company, as they were with the hunting lodge domestic staff, after all they had known them since they were both small boys. Tompty knew how curious Arrik was about everything. Tompty couldn’t read well, as befits a knight and prince, but Arrik had learned early from the tutors provided for six months of the year and he read everything that the lodge’s tiny library had, plus any books that Tompty was able to smuggle in from the dusty Palace library near Newmarket town or the Castle in the Lake when he visited his sister and aunt.

The Count’s express orders regarding Arrik’s education were that he was not to be taught to ride, wear armour, or to handle a sword. He was never to put himself in harm’s way, like his father had. He was to spend his school time in book learning, the arts and sciences, gentle pursuits in readiness for the throne. And Tompty knew how good Arrik was at book learning. Arrik was strong, too, being his father’s son. Although he had not been taught how to ride, wield a sword or draw a bow, the boy could ski better than anyone, climb mountains as well as any goat and was a deadly game hunter, extremely accurate with a slingshot. Tompty laughed at the thought, his father the Count said nothing about the Prince using such toys, even if it was only to discourage birds from raiding the kitchen garden, or supplementing Connie’s stockpot.

‘Where do you two think you are going then, masters Tom and Rik?’ Connie called out sharply, tapping her foot on the stone flags, as Tompty and Arrik headed for the kitchen door, ‘when there are goblets and bacon and egg pans to clean and put away where they belong?’

Connie had always made sure that the Prince learned that his extra treats and the privilege of being allowed to eat in the warm kitchen, rather than the draughty dining hall, was a benefit he had to pay for, by doing some simple chores. She smiled, as Arrik readily returned with his own handsome if sheepish grin before walking to the sink to wash up. Connie loved him even more for being the wonderful young man and worthy king that he was growing into. In the absence of both the boys’ parents she had mothered the pair of them all these years as if they were her own brood.

‘I must see to the setting of the guard,’ Tompty said hastily, by way of excuse, and ran out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind him.

‘Mmm,’ Connie thought to herself, ‘I’ll let it ride this once, but that Tompty won’t get away with that little trick again.’ She turned to see Arrik juggling the huge heavy cast iron pan and a copper pot in the air under the vaulted kitchen ceiling, shaking water drips everywhere.

‘Dent any of those pots, Master Prince, an’ I’ll tan your young hide, so I will!’ Connie threatened, trying hard to suppress a smile.

‘Don’t worry, Connie, this is the best and fun way of drying pots that I know!’

***

Interrogation

The gardener, who was rumoured to have grown the chocolate rose, had been arrested a week before and thrown into a cold dark dungeon, deep below the Palace.

He was questioned by the Count himself, ‘Did you grow this reported Chocolate Rose?’

‘How can such a rose exist?’ the gardener replied evenly, though strapped and unable to move on the infernal rack.

‘The kingdom is awash with this ridiculous tale of you growing a flowering rose in mid-winter, and it not only tasted of … chocolate, but had the exact feel and texture of chocolate. So, how did you grow or fashion it?’

‘But isn’t it impossible to have any kind of rose flowering at this time of year, fast approaching mid-winter?’

‘Of course it is!’

‘And surely only a very rich man could afford to pay a chocolatier to fashion a rose from chocolate, not a humble gardener?’

‘Ah hah! So, you were in collusion with a chocolatier, huh? Which one?’

‘Why would a skilled chocolatier make a chocolate rose for a humble gardener as some kind of joke, and not use such an exquisite object to advertise his skill to sell more chocolate?’

‘I don’t know why. Tell me where this rose cam from.’

‘What rose?’

‘The chocolate rose that is said to have been grown in your garden!’ The Count was starting to lose his temper, and he was never on the longest of fuses at the best of times.

‘Who told you I grew a chocolate rose?’

‘Everyone, all over the whole kingdom, is talking about this confounded chocolate rose.’

‘Including the Prince?’

‘What!?’ Count Condran snapped.

***

Investigation

Tompty had managed to pick up the basics of reading and writing, at least enough to cope with the official to and from messages from his father, without the need of a scribe at the lodge.

A messenger was immediately despatched to the royal palace, informing his father that the Prince was curious about this chocolate rose that everyone was talking about and had expressed a keen interest in investigating the incident personally. Would the Count permit Arrik to travel to Newmarket town and question the gardener and any other witnesses to the appearance of this chocolate rose? He added that he was prepared to escort him incognito, with the bare minimum guard, so as not to risk attracting any attention.

Tompty had long been of the opinion that the Prince was never under threat and should have been allowed to live in the Palace with the Queen. Tompty remembered his aunt, the Queen, as a confident, vivacious and loving woman, not the timid fearful recluse that his father made her out to be. He had only occasionally seen her in the last few years, visiting his sister and a lady in waiting that he was particularly attracted to, and the Queen appeared to be as unchanged as she ever was.

The Count considered Tompty’s reques
t regarding Arrik’s interest. The chocolate rose was complete nonsense of course, a stupid hoax. He had personally supervised the questioning of the simpleton gardener. He couldn’t understand the high levels of public interest in what was fast becoming of legendary proportions. Even the Grand Council, full of the oldest, most soft-minded barons he could possibly appoint, were full of questions about the subject. Why not let Arrik waste his time and energies on this tomfoolery? What harm could it do? It also presented an opportunity that he had long been waiting for.

‘Very well,’ he dictated to his clerk in writing to his son Tompty, ‘let the boy loose on the subject if you must. The idiot gardener is still unwilling to answer questions, however, so is pointless to be seen by Arrik. The fool’s daughter is still at large as we have no proof she knows anything, so she is of no consequence. Arrik must be accompanied by you at all times and, as you suggest, he must travel incognito. It is imperative for the safety of the country that no one discovers who he is.’

He dismissed the fool clerk to write out the missive in his best handwriting. Then he turned to the Captain of the Palace Guard.

‘Dargo, I have a discrete little job for you. Gather three of your best men, ones who know how to keep their mouths shut. Once you have left the castle, change into clothing of the sort that desperate hooded highway robbers might wear. Oh, and make sure one of your men is the best archer we have.’

So, it came to pass that the two friends set out on the whole day ride from the mountains to Newmarket town, which itself was less than a two-hour ride from the Count’s abode at the Royal Palace. The Prince and Tompty travelled by coach, as Arrik was never allowed to ride on horseback, accompanied by two liveried coachmen. They stayed in a Newmarket town inn overnight and called on the gardener’s daughter in the morning.

***

Maid Elvira

The rose garden has been dug up and everything bagged and sent to the Palace for expert examination. So Arrik was unable to gather any information, despite checking over the barren ground for any clues.

When Arrik was introduced to the daughter of the gardener by Tompty, it was as a foreign scientist, interested in investigating the phenomenon of the chocolate rose. He was instantly struck by her stunning looks.

The maiden, about his own age, was tall, only an inch or two shorter than he, and slender, with long braided black hair and the darkest brown eyes he had ever seen. Like liquid pools of chocolate, he mused. She was quite the most beautiful creature he had ever had the pleasure to meet, not that he had ever had much opportunity to meet young maids. At home, the daughters of the tradesmen often persuaded their fathers to take them up to where the handsome young prince lived. While some were pretty, none of them affected him as strongly as this maiden did.

‘I am Doctor … er Rik’ he stumbled, trying to remember that he was supposed to hide his true identity from this beautiful young woman, ‘And you are Maid …?

‘Err-r-rick?’ she asked in imitation of his clumsy introduction, clearly with a disarmingly amused smile playing on her face.

‘No, just Rik,’ ‘oh dear’, he thought, ‘This isn’t going well’, ‘and you are?’

‘I am El, Doctor Rik,’ she answered, ‘just El.’

‘A very short name, Maid El, for one so tall,’ he smiled at the raven-haired creature, mesmerised by her eyes, which sparkled with lively intelligence, maintaining eye contact with him. She was erect, proud, confident and smart, unlike the shy unsophisticated village maids he was used to addressing, ‘may I be permitted to know your full name?’

‘Maid Elvira-Coral Shacklefurthbury. I know, it is an awful mouthful of a name, which is why all my friends call me El.’

‘Then you are just the person I need to speak to, about the chocolate rose-‘

‘Oh, no, I am saying no more about the chocolate rose, I’ve been questioned up hill and down dale on that subject. I am heartily sick of it and I have nothing more to add. Please ask my father, who is being asked questions on that subject even now, by the Count’s authority.’

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Fucked Chocolate Pussy Athaya

Hi guys!! This is shankar again from Chennai. Thanks for your comments. Guys please don’t ask for girls details. They are just sharing their feelings. I won’t share anyone’s personal details. Don’t mistake me!!Thanks for iss viewers for giving 5 star rating to the previous story. This is a continuous of the previous story. Post your comments on If you wanna know how to start such a relationship with your family members. Mail me I will help you to open the love door between you and your...

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Chocolate Cupcake

Marvella James owns and operates a cupcake bakery/shop in Tampa called Cupcake Cravings. There, she makes cupcakes in several different flavors. Not only that, she also caters for parties and social gatherings too. She recently made cupcakes for a breast cancer awareness benefit last October, which was a success. As she started baking cupcakes at the shop, Marvella got a call from Mrs. Tiffany Gaston, president of the Tampa Junior League. Mrs. Gaston was planning a social gathering to benefit...

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Candy Dishes and Chocolate

I suppose it really started two years ago when I was working for a small community newspaper in Colorado. It was the holiday season and, as in a lot of places, when the holiday season arrived the offices take on a gay, festive air. Banners and posters appear, Christmas cards get pinned up on cork memo boards and desks suddenly sprout scented candles and candy dishes. It was a candy dish that did it, a candy dish and Dove dark chocolate individually wrapped squares. +++++ I love the ladies....

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Chocolate And Caramel 8211 Pt 1 Bisexual Fuck Buddies

Warm and wet greetings to all of you. This is my first story. For privacy reasons, all the female names are fictional. This is the story about me and my two fuck buddies who are also bisexual. I met them at the fitness center I go to workout. The yoga hall was one floor below the gym and one day, I saw them making love in a vacant room near the hall. They offered me money to keep it a secret but I had other intentions. It will be a trueful boast if I say the women who have been rammed by my...

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Candy Dishes and Chocolate

I suppose it really started two years ago when I was working for a small community newspaper in Colorado. It was the holiday season and, as in a lot of places, when the holiday season arrived the offices take on a gay, festive air. Banners and posters appear, Christmas cards get pinned up on cork memo boards and desks suddenly sprout scented candles and candy dishes. It was a candy dish that did it; a candy dish and Dove dark chocolate individually wrapped squares. I love the ladies. Can't...

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The Chocolate Shoppe

There was this girl. She was young. She was pretty. She worked at the chocolate shop. I am not a scrooge, honest. I have come to not so much as hate Christmas as to just be annoyed with the whole holiday build up. The shopping especially annoys me. Because of classes, I really haven't opportunity to shop at that time of year and haven't the organizational skills to do it through the rest of the year. I usually do all right, but only barely all right, by getting gifts for my parents and...

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The Price Was Chocolate

Brenda was frantic; she had just received news that the institution that housed her daughter for the last twelve years was closing. The reasons given were either 'financial' or 'the institutions were a violation of the rights of the inhabitants'. It would be more in their interests to be with their families, so the 'good doers' of society said. "Families", Brenda screamed. "The family had almost been destroyed when Belinda was home. From the age of ten she had totally gone off the...

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The Chocolate Fantasy With Seema Aunty

Hi, I am Ankit (name changed) studying in yet another engineering college of your country. But, one thing that defines me in short is my fantasies. From my early years I use to have loads of fantasies about how I would fuck a girl and set her up on fire. This has made me sexually active. I just had my fantasies turned to reality when I moved to Mumbai. Please read the story with patience as it is lil bit long. But I am sure you ll enjoy it. I was really excited to have my internship in Bombay....

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Bob Whites CoveyChapter 9 Chocolate and Whiskey

Four young teens remained in the apartment with one very lucky young man. Jason sat in the middle of the sofa that was quickly becoming his favorite. He patted one knee and Amira quickly seated herself and gave him a quick kiss. Jason patted the other knee and Barika slinked over, leaned in to kiss him, sat, and wiggled her butt. Jason put his arms around the pair and squeezed. He looked to Calypso and Neli and teased, “So after your showers, what are the plans for the evening?” He snickered...

3 years ago
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Espresso and Chocolate

I don’t know for certain how old I was when I first became aware of the special perception that women have of males’ reactions to themselves. Call it a type of radar if you will. I’m not saying all women have it. But a woman who is deficient in this awareness is simply not worth knowing. If I am walking down the street and notice a woman with a beautiful ass ahead of me– even twenty yards ahead – and begin to admire her, she will be aware that someone behind her is looking appreciative at her....

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A Sweet Piece Of Chocolate

I rose up and peeked at the door. "I think she might be getting into the bathtub now, and I know our parents aren't home."I slowly got up off the bed and strolled to my door. "And there is the water. Her naked black body is getting into some hot water right now. I haven't actually seen it since that day, but maybe I'll convince her to let me see it again," I explained before I paused for a moment. "Royce, you've set temptation into place," I mentioned before I lay back down on my bed. "How can...

Interracial
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Vanilla and Chocolate Swirl

Vanilla and Chocolate Swirl.So here I am pushing my grocery basket doing my weekly grocery shopping. This is my routine that I do every Thursday for I don’t know how many years. I am a 59 year old white male who has never been married. Not that I can’t get a woman I just decided a long time ago I like being to myself and having my freedom. Financially I am doing good which does open the doors to a lot of dating opportunities. Just never found the right woman who will make me give up my single...

4 years ago
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Made My sister A Chocolate Cake

My name is Rahul! I’m 22 year old! I’m an athlete, with 6′ long dick!It all started in my 12 standard holidays when my cousin sister Roopa (name changed) came to my house for holidays; we used to be like best friends share each and every thing of our lives. Forgot to tell you guys about her; she was 22 at that time with curvy body that any boy would easily get turned on just looking at her with clothes on!As I told you Roopa would share everything with me. One day she started telling me about...

3 years ago
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Chocolate

Everyone experiments in sex. I think that's one thing we can all say we've done, because even just trying something for the first time is experimenting. And it's all going to have a different take on people, and it may be different with other people you do an act with. For instance I normally can't stand someone going down on me, but there are two people I absolutely love it from. And I don't know why it is that it's only two people I like it from. The first time I experimented was when I was...

2 years ago
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Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

One of the real joys of the holiday season is how the kink community comes together to celebrate Charlie and the Chocolate Factory One of the real joys of the holiday season is how the kink community comes together to celebrate.? It seems that everyone is allowed to let their hair down that much more, to party like pagans, and to lose him or herself to pure hedonistic pleasure.? This holiday season, the Houston kink community was coming together not only to celebrate in grand style, to...

3 years ago
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A Sweet Piece Of Chocolate

I slowly got up off the bed and strolled to my door. "And there is the water. Her naked black body is getting into some hot water right now. I haven't actually seen it since that day, but maybe I'll convince her to let me see it again," I explained before I paused for a moment. "Royce, you've set temptation into place," I mentioned before I lay back down on my bed. "How can you really expect me to resist?" I stuck my right hand right into my panties and the memory of our odd sexual...

4 years ago
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The Biggest Chocolate Cock Ever

Everyone knows the French Quarter is the best place to party in New Orleans. Every night, that entire neighborhood turns into one massive rave, fueled by happy people, live music, and a ‘let’s get fucked up’ attitude. According to most, the hottest spot in the French Quarter is Bourbon Street.Bourbon Street is a crazy place, but it’s not the hottest spot. The hottest spot in the French Quarter isn’t even on Bourbon Street; it’s one street over. Those looking for some sexy fun, hot music, and a...

Interracial
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My Orgasmic Chocolate Pie Experience

My name is Scott, twenty-one years old, living in South Australia. I live with my dad and step mum and attend college three times a week. It was the summertime so college was over for the next six weeks.I awoke one morning with the birds singing in the treetops. "Hey, Scott," Dad's voice rose up from the bottom of the stairs."Yeah," I replied, half asleep. "We're just off out, there's a pie in the fridge if you're hungry. We'll be back later on tonight.""Okay!" I shouted down.There...

Taboo
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Chocolate cherries with Aunt Sandy

Ever since our weekend at the cabin where we started to have sex, my mom's youngest sister Sandy and I have been getting together for some afternoon delight, or a weeked now and again to "saw our horns off". In other words get rid of being horny. We texxt each other and sext each other and share pics. None of the family knows the real reason I'm not dating. I'm too busy fucking my Aunt Sandy.Sandy and I do not use rubber or anything. We have toys that have only been used by us and we are...

3 years ago
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Enticed Pt 14 Frosted Chocolate

It took several months, but eventually, I had an audience member who was both gay and black. I’d had an idea floating around since my first flirtation with bondage and leather. I had noticed Ezekiel at a couple of shows, the first being early December. It was easy to notice one black man in a room full of white men. He also made it to the Christmas and New Year's shows. It was after the New Year's show that I cornered him. I followed him to the bathroom at one point. When he came out, I...

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Chocolate Sighs

Jeanine said, "One of us needs to go to the store." I was puzzled. Even through my post-orgasmic fog I recognized that statement as the verbal shorthand that signaled the commencement of foreplay. Not just any foreplay, mind you, but a foray into the brave new world of light consensual bondage. What confused me was the fact that I was lying spread-eagle in bed, my arms and legs fastened to the head and foot posts, and blindfolded to boot. I cleared my throat. "You want to start over?" I...

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Antheas baby 1

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...

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Withering Rose

She looked toward several overdue bills laid out in front of the table of her dining room, this was the cause of all of her grief and stress. Her husband, Troy Vachite, had gamble away the sizable inheritance her parents had left her. Now Rose own money that she did not have, to people she did not know. Troy had run away with what little money was left, leaving Rose to fend for both herself and their teen daughter. “Fuck the day I ever laid eyes on that bastard.” Rose said as she poured...

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Chocolate Covered Cherries

To the readers: There is no sex in this story. It’s a story about a man and a woman and how they met and lived. It’s a story written for Valentine’s Day. The story is told by their eldest daughter. A special ‘Thank You’ to Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 1 This story is about my Mom and Dad. They both had passed away a few months apart. Mom went first at age eighty-one and Dad at age eighty-four. They had been married sixty-two years. This story...

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Chocolate Kisses 2 Pearl Ch 03

Chapter 3 — October, 1941 Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 With thanks to Doug, Elliot and Pepper for editing and support and for Jimmy B. * Although the blue tail-rudder blended well with the sea below, the plane’s chrome-yellow wings and fuselage screamed ‘Here I am!’ to anyone looking for it. Reaching its ceiling, the plane abruptly flipped over upside-down and headed toward the water almost two miles below. He could feel the wind vibrating the wire rigging between...

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Cheating and Hot Chocolate

Introduction: Marlie and Dylan have an interesting morning after stopping for some hot chocolate. This is a mostly true story and my first story. I welcome all constructive criticism. Some parts have been embellished to make the story more exciting, Ill let you decide which parts they are. Names have also been changed. This may become the first chapter in a series, depends on if people like it or not. Copyright 2012 PoutyLips81 Cheating and Hot Chocolate I was up before my alarm went off...

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Still The Biggest Chocolate Cock

New Orleans conjured many fond memories for Jennifer. Her first time partying in the French Quarter ended with her riding the biggest chocolate cock she’d ever seen. Never before had she cum so many times with such force: she squirted everywhere, soaking her enormous lover. Alas, her time in heaven ended the next morning when she returned to Nashville.In Nashville, she was a third-year student at Southern Grace University. Her father was the school’s Minister, so she was expected to be the...

Interracial
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Just like hot chocolate

I was at home. All alone. I had really been looking forward to some me time for a while. My boyfriend had gone on a stag doo with some friends so I planned to make myself a hot drink and have a nice hot bath for the evening. I walked in to the kitchen and looked down onto the kitchen counter at my hot chocolate. Steaming hot, creamy, delicious. I just couldn't wait to taste it. I picked up my hot mug and took it into the bathroom and placed it on a corner off the bath whilst I turned the taps...

Masturbation
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Chocolate Sex With Neighbor Aunt

Hi. This is my first ever story on Indian sex story. I have been reading is from past 4 years. Today narrating my first fictional story. I am Naveen (name changed). I am from Belgaum. I am ‘5” and a 5’ tool. Let me introduce to my neighbor aunt. She is Sangeeta (name changed). She is tall about, 5’6” slim and size 30,28,32. She doesn’t have big boobs, she is a bit dark in color which is the most attractive thing in her. She looks beautiful. She lost her husband a few years back. She has a son...

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Sweet Like Chocolate

Like a lot of women, I love sex and can’t get enough of it. There is nothing better than to have my tits and pussy sucked and to be filled with a hot, pumping cock, in my mouth, cunt or ass. I love it all. But good sex is always hard to find and lately there had been a drought of men that tried and failed to satisfy me in the bedroom.Then I met Ken, my first black guy. I had always fantasized about having a black cock deep in my throat or fucking my ass and pussy till I could take no more. So...

2 years ago
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Chocolate Strawberries

You're sitting on a hot, lonely beach somewhere, with a new man. You don't know him all that well, but you know you want him. You have a basket of goodies with you, and you take out a small plastic container of strawberries, half coated with milk chocolate. You open the container, and hold it out to the man to take one. He reaches his hand out, and then withdraws it, looking into your face. "Umm... Listen, that would be great, but could I suggest something?" Your eyes lower a little,...

2 years ago
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A Taste of Chocolate

I’ve always been curious about black chicks. Recently, I’ve been looking at a lot of black porn online and been seeing some SEXY ass chocolate beauties. They’re so fine, black girls, with their sophisticated faces, their big bouncy tits. But the best is their juicy asses, all protruding and begging to be fucked from behind, slapped silly. As a lover of doggystyle, WOULD I EVER like to pound an ebony ass from the back... Fuck, not only black porn, but I’ve been jerking off a lot to famous...

3 years ago
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Charlotte and the Chocolate FactoryChapter 1 How It Started

I was a fairly normal girl in a fairly normal town. I lived in a small apartment with my older brother Nathan. Our parents had died when we were young, leaving us alone to fend for ourselves. We were both heartbroken, but Nate was strong and helped me cope and move on. We worked odd jobs every once in a while and I had a paper route that made me a little money. Unfortunately, the rent on our tiny apartment was being raised and it didn't look like we'd have enough money by the end of the...

3 years ago
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Charlotte and the Chocolate FactoryChapter 2 The Tour Begins

I looked through my small collection of clothing and picked out a light green blouse and a black skirt. It wasn't very fancy, but it was the best I had. I undressed and looked at myself in a mirror. I'm a fairly good-looking girl with a great body and average-sized breasts that look big on my exceptionally short frame. I quickly put on the blouse and skirt, then showed my brother. "You look beautiful," he said as he looked up and down my body, causing my face to turn a deep pink as I...

3 years ago
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A Box of Chocolates

‘You’re sure that these chocolates will make anybody who eats them fall madly in love with me?’ Lisa asked starting at the red and pink heart shaped box. It housed a bakers dozen innocent looking pieces of chocolate. ‘Yes deary, yes. Anybody who eats them will love you. Man. Woman. Makes no difference.’ The silver haired salesman explained. The man’s accent was so thick that Lisa could barely make out his words. ‘Remember girl, love do what love want. Not what you want. Understand?’ Lisa...

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